Synopsis

Matt loathed his bedroom. It was cramped, barely more than a closet. Yet, his mother steadfastly refused to allow him to sleep in the attic, citing a hypothetical future need. Some day. Some year. But one late night, when the house was quiet and still, Matt defied her. He crept upstairs and drifted off to sleep. Poor Matt. He should have heeded his mother’s warning, for when he awoke, his world had irrevocably shifted, and not for the better. And now, each slumber brought a fresh descent into a